Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2007 21:34:40 GMT -8
OoC: It might be hard to reply so... if you don't want to you don't have to. Duh! Anyways this is more character development than anything else so feel free to read and enjoy. ^_^ Also try and guess which character on what TV show the doctor is based off of XP
Slowly Saint exited the taxi, paying the cabbie quickly, and began the walk toward the hospitals main entrance. It seemed to take longer than it actually did as seconds seemed like hours since the reason he was here was to meet his mother… and hear the results. She had been ill for a while but refused to see a doctor often brushing it off as a simple bug or cold or some other minute ordeal that would take only a few days to get over. But as the time of her ailment wore on the worry started to begin, this was before the two had left on the vacation. Soon after their return Saint was able to convince his mother to go to the hospital and get checked out… she had been there for five day while the doctors ran all sorts of tests to figure out what was wrong.
Walking up to the front desk, Saint asked for the room number for Clear Rose and identified himself as her son. Once he had the information, the pillar had his way to the elevator and up to the third floor room 319. Just as he was about to reach the room, the doctor that had been assigned to his mother bummed into him after coming around a corner. He was about twenty-nine years of age, Caucasian, a bit shorter than Saint was, with black hair that was spiked up slightly, and dark brown eyes. The name tag said James Darien. Registering the boy before him, the doctor looked at up with a somber expressions with his arms hanging before him. Saint could tell quite easily the news would be bad, but for some reason found himself eerily unfazed by it. Dr. Darien took a deep breath before giving out the news.
“Zachariah… your mother…”
“Yeah?”
“She has lung cancer… and it has metastasized. We found tumor in her liver, colon, stomach, brain, and ovaries.”
“…can you operate?”
“No… perhaps if we had caught it before it spread we could have but it has developed to far. She seems to have had this for at least a year now, maybe two.”
“… what about treatment?”
“We can try but it won’t do any good… it will most likely hit the lymph system soon… at best she has a year left, but most likely she’ll pass on within three to six months. I’m so sorry.”
James patted the teenager on the shoulder before moving on to go through his rounds. After standing there for a moment Saint moved to the door with no emotion on his face. Inside was his mother, hooked up to all the machines, pale and sickly looking, not the same woman he had known for all of what he remember of his life. She glanced at him meekly while smiling with the same frailty as she gestured for him to come in. Slowly Saint had his way over to take the seat beside her as she clutched his hand weakly within her own. By the look in her eyes he could tell that she had already been told the news of her results and had somehow come to terms with it. And though he could see the truth of it before him, Saint felt as though it hadn’t registered with him truly… it was the only explanation as to why he felt nothing. No sadness, no anger, no remorse, nothing. He felt indifferent to the whole situation.
“Hey mom.”
“Hey sweetie… nice of you to drop in.”
“… yeah.”
“Aww… now what’s bothering you? School? Girl trouble? Hmm?”
“You know that’s not it…”
“Of course… don’t worry, dear. I’ll be just fine.”
“…you should have gone to the doctor when you first started feeling ill, mom. They could have-”
“I should have done a lot of things in my life… so many regrets and second guesses… If only, I could fix it all, but I can’t, can I? I’d give anything to just go back and change just one thing, anything. That’s my message to you. Don’t let yourself be stuck with regrets. Go out there find someone who truly loves you and be happy.”
“Don’t talk like that mom… there is always hope.”
“Heh… I know sweetie, I know.”
“You get some rest now, okay?”
“Okay.”
Clear shut her eyes to get some rest while her son stood and walked out quietly. Inside her was weeping uncontrollably, though it didn’t show on the outside, from her regrets and the lack of emotion on her son’s face. She could see and felt herself the cause of it… and it pained her to no end. Closing the door quietly, Saint asked a nurse where he might get something to drink or eat… he was directed to the cafeteria on the bottom floor. Once there, he grabbed a coffee, two sugars and some milk, and made his way to a table near the window before taking a seat. There he sat with his coffee before him, taking the occasional sip, as he slowly fell into his own little world of thought while his green eyes, slightly dulled, stared aimlessly out the window.
Slowly Saint exited the taxi, paying the cabbie quickly, and began the walk toward the hospitals main entrance. It seemed to take longer than it actually did as seconds seemed like hours since the reason he was here was to meet his mother… and hear the results. She had been ill for a while but refused to see a doctor often brushing it off as a simple bug or cold or some other minute ordeal that would take only a few days to get over. But as the time of her ailment wore on the worry started to begin, this was before the two had left on the vacation. Soon after their return Saint was able to convince his mother to go to the hospital and get checked out… she had been there for five day while the doctors ran all sorts of tests to figure out what was wrong.
Walking up to the front desk, Saint asked for the room number for Clear Rose and identified himself as her son. Once he had the information, the pillar had his way to the elevator and up to the third floor room 319. Just as he was about to reach the room, the doctor that had been assigned to his mother bummed into him after coming around a corner. He was about twenty-nine years of age, Caucasian, a bit shorter than Saint was, with black hair that was spiked up slightly, and dark brown eyes. The name tag said James Darien. Registering the boy before him, the doctor looked at up with a somber expressions with his arms hanging before him. Saint could tell quite easily the news would be bad, but for some reason found himself eerily unfazed by it. Dr. Darien took a deep breath before giving out the news.
“Zachariah… your mother…”
“Yeah?”
“She has lung cancer… and it has metastasized. We found tumor in her liver, colon, stomach, brain, and ovaries.”
“…can you operate?”
“No… perhaps if we had caught it before it spread we could have but it has developed to far. She seems to have had this for at least a year now, maybe two.”
“… what about treatment?”
“We can try but it won’t do any good… it will most likely hit the lymph system soon… at best she has a year left, but most likely she’ll pass on within three to six months. I’m so sorry.”
James patted the teenager on the shoulder before moving on to go through his rounds. After standing there for a moment Saint moved to the door with no emotion on his face. Inside was his mother, hooked up to all the machines, pale and sickly looking, not the same woman he had known for all of what he remember of his life. She glanced at him meekly while smiling with the same frailty as she gestured for him to come in. Slowly Saint had his way over to take the seat beside her as she clutched his hand weakly within her own. By the look in her eyes he could tell that she had already been told the news of her results and had somehow come to terms with it. And though he could see the truth of it before him, Saint felt as though it hadn’t registered with him truly… it was the only explanation as to why he felt nothing. No sadness, no anger, no remorse, nothing. He felt indifferent to the whole situation.
“Hey mom.”
“Hey sweetie… nice of you to drop in.”
“… yeah.”
“Aww… now what’s bothering you? School? Girl trouble? Hmm?”
“You know that’s not it…”
“Of course… don’t worry, dear. I’ll be just fine.”
“…you should have gone to the doctor when you first started feeling ill, mom. They could have-”
“I should have done a lot of things in my life… so many regrets and second guesses… If only, I could fix it all, but I can’t, can I? I’d give anything to just go back and change just one thing, anything. That’s my message to you. Don’t let yourself be stuck with regrets. Go out there find someone who truly loves you and be happy.”
“Don’t talk like that mom… there is always hope.”
“Heh… I know sweetie, I know.”
“You get some rest now, okay?”
“Okay.”
Clear shut her eyes to get some rest while her son stood and walked out quietly. Inside her was weeping uncontrollably, though it didn’t show on the outside, from her regrets and the lack of emotion on her son’s face. She could see and felt herself the cause of it… and it pained her to no end. Closing the door quietly, Saint asked a nurse where he might get something to drink or eat… he was directed to the cafeteria on the bottom floor. Once there, he grabbed a coffee, two sugars and some milk, and made his way to a table near the window before taking a seat. There he sat with his coffee before him, taking the occasional sip, as he slowly fell into his own little world of thought while his green eyes, slightly dulled, stared aimlessly out the window.
... it's kind of depressing our characters really only see each other at the hospital. >_>